Let go from the Star-
Fall and chip your ceramic leg,
A broken glass heart
Or your dyed-timber brain.
Soak it, over and over again,
Fill the hole until it is flooding,
Let the pain drown
It shall get lost or forgotten,
Soak it; maybe one day it’ll wither away.

Wave at the black moon,
Let yourself fall on your back,
With some luck, you will crack
The porcelain, you may water down the dopier.
Scream at the turbulent faces
Let Libra be beheaded at the cross,
Let her fall on her knees and drop the scale,
Plate by plate, chain in motion
Balance, fists and noises,
Maybe desperation will make the fragile brake,
Soon you will smash open and
Find freedom on the dry distilled poisons.

Watch the sun with your naked eyes,
Let the flames pierce your retina
And slash what little you have left,
Waves of memories,
Laughter in the air,
The cloudy sky and foggy road,
Placing a hand over the covered eyes,
Making blindness blind
And the will shrivel into stone.

Chip off your porcelain,
Smash your inner ceramic vault,
Scrap your paint, scratch your glass,
Flood your deepest hole
And drown yourself to forget-
That what you are trying to erase
Is what you in the moon have already done.